Immortality: I Buried Mythology Three Thousand Years Ago

I spent three thousand years personally burying the gods and Buddhas across the heavens, bringing humanity a golden age of technology without the supernatural.

I am the guardian of history, and its sole keeper of secrets.

Now, spiritual qi revival is underway, and myths have returned.

People rejoice, scrambling to embrace these “gifts” from antiquity, awaken their “divine powers,” and proclaim themselves “chosen prodigies.”

But they don’t know that every awakening is helping construct a “beacon” for the return of an ancient evil god.

They also don’t know that the ultimate authority to interpret the “mythic legacies” they pride themselves on… lies in my hands.

When a genius who had awakened the bloodline of “Lei Zhenzi” summoned wind and thunder before me, I merely coughed up blood and calmly reminded him:

“Your ancestor’s wings are missing three bones on the left compared to the right. When he exerts himself, he veers three inches to the left. I broke them and set them back that way myself back then… Want to try?”